A _Lion_, an _Ass_, &c. a Hunting.
A _Lion_, an _Ass_, and some other of their Fellow-Forresters, went a
Hunting one day; and every one to go _share and share-like_ in what they
took. They pluck’d down a Stag, and cut him up into so many Parts; but as
they were entering upon the Dividend, _Hands off_ says the _Lion_: _This_
Part is mine by the Privilege of my _Quality_: _This_, because I’ll have
it _in spite of your Teeth_: _This_ again, because I took most _Pains_
for’t; and if you Dispute the _Fourth_, we must e’en Pluck a Crow about
it. So the Confederates Mouths were all stopt, and they went away as mute
as Fishes.
The MORAL.
_There’s no Entring into Leagues or Partnerships, with those that are
either too Powerful, or too crafty for us. He that has the Staff in his
Hand will be his own carver._ Bought Wit is Best.